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young thug - flowers lyrics

[intro]
thugga thugga, baby
this that swagged out sh-t, swaggin’
hee!

[chorus]
i keep that kushy on me (keep it, i keep it)
i keep them xannies on me (them xannies)
she keep a bad b-tch for me (she bad)
they not embarr-ssing me (no)
this not your average with me (no)
gucci a g, n-gga me (you know)
this ain’t why they started a beef (no)
then someone gon’ end up deceased

[post-chorus]
this sh-t is a problem, these b-tches a problem
these n-ggas they problems, we problems
these n-ggas can’t stop us, these n-ggas wan’ pop us
these n-ggas can’t do nun’ but stalk us
i’m not from new york, and i’m not 50 cent
but these b-tches know i got the power
these b-tches know i’m eddie bauer, i k!ll ’em
then send his lil’ muhf-ckin’ mama some flowers

[verse 1]
send his lil’ mama some roses (roses)
get me the racks, you a slow b-tch (slow b-tch)
ysl, you know the slogan (slime)
and if you trickin’, yeah you owe me (you owe me, b-tch)
i know the code b-tch (i got a code)
and i know you rougue-ish (i know you is)
you ain’t serve no pack, boy you role-less (what?!)
you living life bogus
these b-tches they bogus, but i’ma stay focused in focus’
i f-ck her, i f-ck on her face, then i bust like a coconut
these n-ggas be bro-in’ us, half of these n-ggas not knowin’ us (they don’t)
they know they can’t notice us ’cause these lil’ b-tches so low to us
l-o-w, yeah, i love you, ’til i f-ck you (swear)
got the hustle, big ol’ muzzles, and i’m buffer (grrr)
haiti baby, more like the 80s baby, b-tch, i’m the terminator
go ’round, ’round, ’round, they come ’round, they hatin’
you smoke that base, and you smoke that basic, i swear

[chorus]
i keep that kushy on me (keep it, i keep it)
i keep them xannies on me (them xans)
she keep a bad b-tch for me (she bad)
they not embarr-ssing me (no)
this not your average with me (no)
gucci a g, n-gga me (you know)
this ain’t why they started a beef (no)
then someone gon’ end up deceased

[bridge]
i get head for the low (duffle bag)
she get that bread on the low (duffle bag)
pull up in somethin’ they don’t know (skrrt)
give em them racks and they know (duffle bag)
n-gga them loafs (duffle bag)
yeah, them them loafs (duffle bag)
took off with no overdose (that duffle bag)
as far as sh-t goes (that duffle bag)

[verse 2]
take her to give her some plastics (spend me some racks)
suck on my johnson, no magic (suck on that d-ck)
diamonds, they dancing (my wrist is just bleedin’)
don’t try it, don’t last it (don’t try it, don’t try it)
keepin’ the woolie like bandits (yee)
f-ck her so hard, she need bandages (woo)
cheese in the pocket like sandwiches (slatt)
i like ’em thick just like manwiches
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i don’t want no kid like that mammal sh-t
i’m ballin’, just check out them stunnas, b-tch
i pray that you check out them numbers, b-tch (ballin’)
i was down with you, i was just countin’ it (was, i was right there)
need a toolie to travel, son, i ain’t low back, sis (woo)
i be speed-ballin’ to the money
i be answerin’ but i’m never calling
i don’t follow close, i’m never stalking (swear)
take her to eat i show up at chipotle
n-ggas acting like they cool when they wrote it
f-ck whoever who wrote it, yeah, you told it (what?)
hey, all ready to fight you call the police (hee)

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